One year later.
To the west of Longyuan Island, a verdant expanse of lush greenery.
When the breeze blows, flocks of lively flying birds dance gracefully.
If you look closely, there's no such thing as flying birds; they're clearly peculiar flowers and plants entwined with vines. Because of their fluttering bodies, reminiscent of the tails of divine birds like the kite and swallow, it gives the illusion of flying birds.
This is the Divine Kite Tail!
A figure in white roams among the flowers, channeling his energy, performing pill techniques, and collecting flowers in his basket.
His movements are slow and gentle, fearing to harm even a fraction of the Divine Kite Tail.
One, two, three, four... A total of twelve Fourth Order Divine Kite Tails!
The rest are essentially undeveloped; their age is lacking, only about the Second or Third Orders.
Sang Jinghe stood outside the spirit field, watching the white-robed daoist slowly emerge from the fields.
